Some seven feet below our window was the roof of the porch; from that to the ground it might be some eight feet more.
Before my Gascon captain knew what I was about, I had swung myself down from the window on to the projecting porch.

A second later, I created a diversion by landing in the midst of the courtyard fray, with the alarmed Castelroux--who imagined that I was escaping--following by the same unusual road, and shouting as he came "Monsieur de Lesperon! Hi! Monsieur de Lesperon! Mordieu! Remember your parole, Monsieur de Lesperon!" Nothing could have been better calculated to stem Marsac's fury; nothing could have so predisposed him to lend an ear to what I had to say, for it was very evident that Castelroux's words were addressed to me, and that it was I whom he called by the name of Lesperon.

In an instant I was at Marsac's side.

But before I could utter a word, "What the devil does this mean ?" he asked, eyeing me with fierce suspicion.
"It means, monsieur, that there are more Lesperons than one in France.

I am the Lesperon who was at Lavedan.